nd what she so desperately wanted. Or what she thought she wanted, but not necessarily what she needed.
I never heard from her again, after the second letter. I wrote back, but never got a response. To this day I don’t know what happened to her, if she’s alive, or where she is. When she left, she took part of me with her. We became like twins, and when she was gone, I felt like I’d lost something inside me. Something deep, spirit-like. She was so full of life, and didn’t dwell on her situation, at least not outwardly. And we were close, we shared everything.
I still think of her often, after all these years. Two young girls reaching womanhood on different paths. Yet each path f***liar to the other. She still has the ability to make me smile, and appreciate all that I have and all that I am.